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Black is a time of fear and sorrow
a pain that can not be explained
alone and lost you pay the cost
a winding road that never ends
the fights with all you're friends
Black is the sound of a broken heart crying out in pain
Black is the feeling of sitting alone in the pouring rain
Black is the kinda mixed up world where nobody knows you're there
Black is the feeling of having way to little air
Black is like smoke coming from a fire
Black keeps moving on like a rolling tire
Black is you at you're breaking point when no one seems to care
Black is a color that isn't at all a bit fair
a pain that can not be explained
alone and lost you pay the cost
a winding road that never ends
the fights with all you're friends
Black is the sound of a broken heart crying out in pain
Black is the feeling of sitting alone in the pouring rain
Black is the kinda mixed up world where nobody knows you're there
Black is the feeling of having way to little air
Black is like smoke coming from a fire
Black keeps moving on like a rolling tire
Black is you at you're breaking point when no one seems to care
Black is a color that isn't at all a bit fair
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